fuzzy verse

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Sleepy days and
blooming nights —
f i e l d s 
drying out
of fine 
c o f f e e

A nice, slow sip,
tasting some
fancy b e a n s —
a fragrant future 
drawn on my
bitter e s p r e s s o

I stole a puff 
blowing some faint
s m o k e verse —
but your tired eyes
wouldn’t read
f u z z y letters

S l o w words, fake rain,
dripping on
h o p e f u l grass —
some shattered glass
Spilling red ink
onto w e t  p a g e

On sleepy days,
I write a faint
smoke v e r s e —
Our fragrant future 
d r a w n on a
bitter espresso

dry rhyme

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i see myself 
poetry bare naked
just reflected
in your half
m i r r o r

while taking
a sip out of
your nearly 
empty bottle
of dry 
w i t

can you see us—
or at least
can you 
remember what we
used to look
l i k e

in that, 
our world of
and fancy
w o r d p l a y s

worlds now
dissolved into
thin air, for readers
to imagine—
But never
r e a d

i see us
poetry bare naked
just reflected
into that 

a sip out of
our nearly 
rhyming bottle
of dry
g i n